Heading out of town tomorrow. To the ocean. Lost Wednesday and Thursday due to unexpected ear drum malfunction. Still waiting to hear out of my left ear but at least the pain has abated. So here. Before I lost the sense of hearing–the wonder of smell. Fresh cut hay. I think I would have followed this truck wherever it was going if I hadn’t been on my way to pick up young man child.
I look at the picture now and wonder–how to convey the profound impact of that moment? Of opening a car window because it was hot–and there, where before there was nothing, was this overwhelming welcomed aroma. Moist. Rich. Filling. Smell. The most direct-to-the-brain sense organ. And the accompanying memories. Of putting up hay. One eye on the weather and one eye on the field. The heat. The total immersion into humid, hay saturated air. Totally consumed by….
And later, while pausing on my way to the garden to admire a brown toad, another admirer-of-toad — an Eastern Garterd Snake. Not this one. But one just like it. It was fast as blue blazes and I didn’t have my camera.
Garden has a sense here of balance this year. Of critter comfort. Of birds finding worms and wasps finding insects. Of toads helping out and hopefully staying safe. Of garter snake patrolling. On duty. And the garden feels happy.
and finally to remember next year. Mullein begins to bloom in June. And leaves from second year plants are best harvested in the spring.
And finally, a huge “thank you” to dear friend-of-many-talents. Sidekick from many years ago who, much to my delight, has relocated to Asheville for the summer. I was OUT OF IT. On ear drum pain meds–it was bad–and I was faced with completing my one responsibility for vacation which was to bring our first meal, prepared, to the ocean on Saturday. Like an angel of mercy she showed up and took over with utter competence and skill and this is what we’ll be enjoying on Saturday night. With greens from the garden. It was enough to make me weep. Another reason I love that woman.